Spring Palace Disaster

Tang Bi gently turned the doorknob, took off her high heels, and tiptoed into the room in her stockings. The sounds of a couple making love emanated from the half-open bedroom door, making Tang Bi blush. "Did I go to the wrong room?" she thought.
Only after she pulled out her marriage certificate did the professionally competent waiter dare to lead her to the 5-star presidential suite on the 38th floor. This was the room her husband, Mo Fan, was staying in while he was away on a business trip; today was their first wedding anniversary. A few days ago, her husband had apologized profusely for having to go on a business
trip and wouldn't be able to spend their anniversary with her, and she had conceived this plan to surprise him. She wanted to give him a surprise, to present herself as a gift. As she blushed and carefully prepared to retreat, she inadvertently saw the bag on the sofa—it was the one she had bought for him! Mo Fan was an exceptionally outstanding man, so outstanding that he made her feel ashamed. At one point, she had thought he might have married her out of gratitude for her father's promotion.
But his gentleness and sincere affection made her deeply feel—love.
Yes, she deeply loved this wonderful man—so outstanding it was enviable, so handsome it was mesmerizing, so gentle it was sweet.
The moans inside grew louder, and a clear, melodious voice, like a nightingale's, now whimpered and screamed, "Husband, dear husband, please spare me, I...I can't take it anymore."
Tang Bi's heart pounded. This...this was the voice she often cried for help in bed. Whenever she shyly begged for mercy, Mo Fan would kiss her tenderly, his movements below becoming even more intense...
"Could it be that Mo Fan is too lonely celebrating his wedding anniversary alone, and is watching porn to comfort himself?" Tang Bi felt both guilty and ashamed, the continuous sounds of climax in the room making her heart flutter. "Since I'm here, I might as well be bold and give him the biggest surprise."
She carefully took off her coat, revealing a sexy lingerie clad only in black lace ribbons. Her perfect body, without any other underwear, was faintly visible beneath the black ribbons, and even she, seeing it from the French windows, felt a surge of passion.
Although Mo Fan didn't say it aloud, he always felt that she was too conservative and reserved. She also wanted to become more romantic, but her good family upbringing made it difficult for her to open up. Today's action was already the limit for her.
She mustered her courage, pushed open the door, aimed at the bed, and was about to pounce on it when the scene that suddenly appeared shocked her as if she had been hit on the head. Two naked bodies were intertwined on the bed, shaking violently like they were wrestling. "Ah...ah...husband, I want to be on top, let me be on top."
Tang Bi suddenly woke up with shame and was about to quickly back off when the two switched positions, but she was shocked to see a face that was all too familiar.
"Ah...Tang Bi..." the man screamed as he was pinned down by the woman. "Bad man, you've been enjoying yourself on me for so long, and you still remember that stupid woman." After saying that, the woman pinched his nipple hard, her waist twisting like a snake and swaying more and more wantonly. Tang Bi could almost see that huge male penis thrusting into her red hole.
Mo Fan…it was Mo Fan…Tang Bi could barely breathe. A vivid erotic scene unfolded before her eyes, and the male protagonist was none other than her husband, whom she cherished dearly.
“Mmm, ah, husband, so hard, you’re so amazing.” The woman’s movements grew more intense, and the man beneath her became even harder with shock. Each time he tried to get up, she pushed him back down, and the words he wanted to utter were broken into aphrodisiacs.
“No, hurry, get up…”
The woman, enjoying herself, interpreted his words as her own desires, moaning even more wildly, tossing her long, wavy hair as she uttered lewd words. “Oh, good husband, so good, I…I’m about to come.”
A glistening liquid flowed from his penis as she withdrew, glistening on his pubic hair. Tang Bi felt as if a thousand golden lights were shining on her, and she finally couldn’t help but kneel down on the ground.
Hearing the noise, the woman on top of him finally woke up, turning around to glare at him. Her long, silky hair cascaded over her snow-white shoulders, and her alluring attire would drive any man mad, especially her tear-streaked face, which evoked pity.
"Tang Bi..." The man pushed the woman off him, jumped down naked, and reached out to hug her. Tang Bi pushed him away abruptly as if avoiding a snake, her eyes wide. "Don't touch me."
So cold. The woman before him seemed to have lost her soul, her eyes staring blankly at him, without a trace of anger.
"Tang Bi, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Mo Fan felt extremely guilty. He had met his former first love and had a few drinks, and because he hadn't been with a woman in a long time, he couldn't control himself and got carried away, only to be caught red-handed by her.
"Dressed so provocatively, is she really the deadbeat you were talking about?" The woman, naked, hugged Mo Fan, rubbing her large, snow-white breasts against his back, her small hand unabashedly grabbing his still erect penis in front of Tang Bi.
"In your heart, am I that kind of woman?" Tang Bi felt utterly ashamed. Just as her mind began to settle, a sharp pain pierced her heart. Her lips trembled as she asked.
"No...that...I..." Mo Fan's answer was somewhat insincere.
"You like this kind of...woman...is that it?" Tang Bi wanted to curse him with the word "slut," but she couldn't bring herself to say it.
"No, I..." Mo Fan repeatedly protested, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just had a few too many drinks. She...she forced herself on me. She...she seduced me."
"I hate you." Tang Bi pushed his hand away, grabbed the door, and struggled to her feet. She said, word by word, "Mo Fan, I want you to pay for what you've done."
"No...no!" Mo Fan panicked. If her father found out, not only would his future be ruined, but he'd probably be thrown in jail. He was about to be promoted again, a bright future lay ahead of him…
“I was wrong.” He knelt down before her with a thud, tears streaming down his face, his voice trembling
with fear. “I’m sorry, Tang Bi, you can hit me, you can scold me. Just please don’t leave me.” “You disgust me.” Tang Bi didn’t even glance at him, grabbing her coat to put it on.
Suddenly, the woman behind her grabbed her, shoving her back several steps, and choked her, slamming her against the French windows.
“What are you doing?” Mo Fan screamed in panic.
“Cough cough.” Tang Bi struggled desperately in terror, clutching her hand and screaming hoarsely, “Let me go… you… bitch…”
“I can let you go.” The woman’s beautiful eyes gleamed with a lewd smile. “There are a few conditions.”
“What are you doing?” Mo Fan cried out in panic. Although he had married her for his future, she was indeed a good wife.
“First, you are not allowed to divorce her.”
Tang Bi shook her head, her eyes filled with boundless hatred as she looked at Mo Fan, making him tremble with fear.
"Secondly, I want to be the mistress." Mo Fan broke out in a cold sweat at her words.
"No, you shameless dogs..." Tang Bi screamed through gritted teeth.
"Then go die." She slammed her head against the glass, her eyes filled with seductive allure as she looked at Mo Fan. "Husband, go, push the glass open."
Mo Fan's face turned pale. "No... I can't! I can't escape."
"What's wrong with that? Do you want to ruin your future?" The woman sneered. "She's dressed so provocatively, if not with her lover, then with you, her husband?"
Tang Bi glared at Mo Fan as she slowly stood up, shaking her head in fear. "Fan... Fan... I... am... so... so... in love..." The sound of the glass being pushed open was as clear as a needle falling. Mo Fan looked down at that beautiful, heartbreaking face, a flicker of pain in his eyes. He turned away and slammed the window open.
Before the word "you" could even be uttered, a piercing scream of "Ah!" echoed from downstairs. Author's Note: This is Su Su's first time writing, please give it your support.
Chapter 002. Eunuch 's Pleasure
"Ah..."
Tang Bi's scream hadn't stopped when waves of intense stimulation surged from below, as if every bone in her body was screaming with pleasure. Pleasure, like a string of musical notes, involuntarily escaped her lips in moaning.
"Your Highness, this servant can't hold back any longer." Beside her was a broken, effeminate male voice.
Where was she? Tang Bi opened her eyes. The magnificent buildings, the exquisitely carved ceilings, the antique scenery astonished her. Could it be... could this be the Yama's Palace?
The sudden pain of being pierced by a hard object made her curl up abruptly, screaming. As she shook her head, she suddenly saw a figure, and strange attire.
"Su Han, you're too gentle." "You know Biyang's desires better than anyone. How can you possibly satisfy her like this?" A man's sarcastic voice came from beside her. "She loves a man's big stick the most. Although you don't have one, don't you have other killers like Lan?"
His voice sounded like steel balls rolling through glass, sending chills down her spine. Tang Bi followed the sound and was met with a face sculpted like a steel knife, with a pair of unsettling eyes.
Those eyes were full of unbearable sarcasm.
Who was he? What was he doing? Suddenly, a hard object pushed her further in, a sensation of pain and pleasure spreading through her limbs. She couldn't help but open her mouth and scream, but the sound was full of lust. She couldn't believe that the sound came from her own mouth.
"Ah... um..." The rhythmic movements below her felt like a man's penis suddenly attacking her. She suddenly understood where the lust in her body came from, but what was happening? Was it that shameless bastard Mo Fan? No, no, she would rather die than let him touch her again.
She abruptly stood up, only to find herself surrounded by people, lined up like officials in a morning court scene on TV. Each person looked at her solemnly, their eyes filled with disgust.
Unfamiliar faces, cold eyes—what kind of place was this?
Tang Bi frantically scrambled to her feet, only to find herself completely naked, with a hard, shuttle-like object hanging from her lower body.
"You... you..." She panicked and tried to escape, but didn't know where to go. The shuttle fell to the ground as she ran. "
Your Highness Bi Yang, where do you think you're going? You've already been given to me by my king." "The man in blue robes and a blue hat spoke softly, a glistening liquid still clinging to the handle of his whisk. His
face was so pale it was almost ghostly, yet surprisingly handsome, bearing a resemblance to Mo Fan. Tang Bi gasped and clung to him, 'Mo Fan, Mo Fan, don't kill me, don't kill me…' Before she could finish, she collapsed to the ground.
'Your Majesty…' Su Han bowed, unable to look at him, shrinking into a ball.
'Take him back and have some fun.' The man chuckled coldly, his gaze sweeping over the assembled officials before the hall. 'My esteemed ministers, you've had your work done. You may leave.'" When Tang
Bi awoke again, groggily, the room was lit by several blood-red candles. They weren't very bright, but she could still make out the light. The carved wooden bed, the silk curtains, and the antique decorations all told her clearly that this wasn't her usual surroundings.
Wasn't she dead? Had she been reborn? She sat up and looked around the room. It looked simple, yet very elegant, showing that the owner was a person of refined taste.
Suddenly, she heard light footsteps outside the door, and she froze in surprise.
"Wasn't she dead? How did she come back to life?" The voice was pleasant, gentle and soothing.
"I don't know why the King has bestowed this upon me. Has he... discovered something?" The speaker seemed uneasy, yet his voice sounded very much like Mo Fan's mournful tone.
"No." Another voice said calmly, "If you find it difficult, then kill him." “
I don’t find it difficult, but… something’s fishy…”
His voice trailed off, and soon footsteps approached the room. Tang Bi felt him at her bedside and was too frightened to breathe. She felt Wei Bing’s hand touch her face.
“Your Highness Bi Yang… your eyes…” he murmured, “Mo… Fan…
Mo Fan… it really is Mo Fan’s voice.”
Tang Bi suddenly opened her eyes and met a pair of clear eyes.
It was him, the eunuch with the whisk. Now that he had removed his eunuch’s robe, he looked even more handsome. He was clearly surprised by Tang Bi’s gaze. “You…”
“Who are you? Where is this?” Tang Bi coughed a few times and asked. When she finished asking, she saw disgust in his eyes.
He stared at her with a scrutinizing gaze and slowly said, “Your Highness Bi Yang, you… don’t you remember?”
Tang Bi knew she was now in a life-or-death situation. Having died once, she cherished life all the more. She rubbed her head innocently, feigning innocence. "I... what happened to me?"
"You don't remember?" He looked at her cautiously. Tang Bi nodded, also staring at him cautiously, her eyes revealing nothing.
"You pushed the king's beloved concubine, Lady Yan, off the city wall, causing her to lose her unborn child. The king was furious and ordered your execution, but you survived. Instead, the king gave you to me."
Tang Bi was shocked. It seemed this was truly a cycle of cause and effect. She had just been pushed to her death, only to be reborn here, sentenced to death for pushing someone else to their death.
Through Su Han's explanation, Tang Bi learned that she didn't know where or what era she had transmigrated to. This place was roughly similar to the Tang Dynasty, called the Qiling Continent, with more than a dozen large and small countries. This was currently the largest country, called the Longling Dynasty.
The man in the main hall yesterday was the Longling Emperor, named Long Yinfeng. The person she possessed was also named Tang Bi, the only youngest daughter of the renowned Duke of Tang in this dynasty. She had been sent to the palace a year ago and given the title of Consort Biyang. She was bold and unrestrained, openly engaging in pleasure with various men, showing no regard for the dignity of the Dragon King.
"What?!" Tang Bi couldn't believe it. How could she, so reserved in her previous life, have possessed such a person? Was it a deliberate arrangement by heaven to criticize her for being too conservative?
"Of course it's true! This servant saw it with my own eyes. You and several men openly..."
"Insolence!" Tang Bi coldly retorted. To find a way to survive, she needed a loyal person by her side. This Su Han before her resembled Mo Fan. In the instant she suddenly woke up, she sensed his unusual behavior, but now, his servile act was impeccable.
Since that was the case, then he would give her a good performance. Mo Fan, if given the chance, I'll show you whether this consort can act even more convincingly than you.
Su Han was startled. That arrogant remark reminded him of Consort Bi Yang. He had no choice but to obey the King's orders to humiliate her in the main hall; was this a death sentence?
"You did very well before," Tang Bi said slowly. "The King bestowed me upon you; aren't you afraid of displeasing the Duke of Tang?"
"That's exactly what the King intended," Su Han replied. Tang Bi's cold eyes glared at him as soon as he finished speaking, as if she could see right through him, causing him to quickly cover his mouth.
"Speak,"
Su Han said softly and plaintively, "The King deliberately humiliated you in front of all the officials to anger the Duke of Tang. If he commits a crime, the King will have a reason to strip him of his military power. If he's not confident, the King can simply shift the blame onto me, saying I did it, and I'll be doomed."
"Doesn't the Duke of Tang know his daughter is that kind of person?" Tang Bi asked, then realized something was amiss, but Su Han seemed oblivious.
"Of course the Duke of Tang knows, but he doesn't care at all. What he wants is to anger the King and have his daughter killed, so he'll have a reason to seize power and rebel." Su Han finished speaking, too frightened to look at Tang Bi any longer. Tang Bi gasped.
She hadn't expected both sides to use her life as a pawn. What was she to do now? Offending either side meant certain death. Only by living could both sides coexist peacefully, but could she survive in the hands of those who held the power of life and death?
The earlier Tang Bi should have died; both sides had succeeded in their schemes, yet she had mysteriously been possessed.
A eunuch's voice came from outside the door, "Eunuch Su, the King wants you to come over, hurry."
"Okay, I'll be right there." Su Han quickly put on his hat. "Your Highness, please rest here. If you need a man..."
"Get out!" Tang Bi's face flushed red, and she shouted angrily.
"No, Lady Biyang, you go into heat every night, no, you need a man. Right now, the only option here is probably a eunuch, so please be careful."
These words made Tang Bi feel utterly ashamed.
Going into heat every night…
how could his words have aroused her?
Chapter 003. A Storm of Love
"Hmm… ah…"
What was happening? Tang Bi, at a loss, squeezed her legs together. The place between her legs, so embarrassing, felt like insects were crawling inside, making her want to reach out and scratch. She couldn't help but rub her legs together, wiping them with a cloth.
A pleasant sensation washed over her, and Tang Bi breathed a sigh of relief, but what followed was an even more intense feeling, as if thousands of insects and ants were swarming up, desperately biting at her.
"Ah… how could this be? Is this what he meant by going into heat?" Although this body didn't belong to her, her soul could truly feel the changes in her body.
It itches...it aches...it's so uncomfortable. Tang Bi's little hand couldn't help but reach down, and the moment it touched her, she felt an intense heat in her lower body, as if it were about to burst into flames.
So hot...she was startled, shaking her disheveled head, the last shred of reason in her mind stubbornly resisting due to her conservative thoughts, "No, I can't...I can't...masturbate..." She clenched her hands tightly, but her legs clamped together even tighter.
The strange sensation between her legs was making it hard for her to breathe, and a thousand kinds of tenderness surged onto her face. If someone saw this, even Liu Xiahui would probably be moved. A white-hot wetness seemed to flow from between her legs, washing over the volcano that was about to boil over. She couldn't help but tremble with pleasure, and just as she breathed a sigh of relief, an even more intense need suddenly struck.
Tang Bi felt that all the desire in her body was on those trembling lips below her, and her pink little hand involuntarily reached out, only to touch a wet patch of fluid. The moment her lips touched hers, she couldn't help but tremble. It seemed to be begging for something hard to be inserted.
God, was this the body of the old Tang Bi? What should she do? She didn't want to be like this, she didn't want to become a wanton and shameless woman, but... but she wanted so much, so much a man, to fill her emptiness with his hardness.
A slight sound of the window opening, and a man jumped in, appearing on the bed. He pinched his chin and smiled wickedly, "Little Bi Yang, can't take it, can you? How can a eunuch satisfy you?"
"You... who are you?" Tang Bi struggled to pull the blanket over herself, covering her shame, and looked back at the man before her.
The man before her was handsome and wild, exceptionally alluring and wicked, and the masculine scent emanating from him made Tang Bi want to climb on top of him. She bit her lip, "Get away."
The man was slightly taken aback. Who was the woman before him? Wasn't she none other than the alluringly beautiful Bi Yang? Her flushed face made her completely unaware of how seductive and alluring she was. Especially that slightly hoarse voice, it was enough to melt his bones.
Yet, she was holding back, even as he was consumed by lust. The most wanton woman in the world, suppressing her own desires—this truly made him suspicious. She didn't want him, but he desperately wanted her, especially this woman who seemed shy and timid yet exuded an alluring aura.
He lowered his head, his thin lips touching her fiery little mouth, "Little hussy, your little mouth is so tempting, your lower half must be even more tempting."
The pleasant masculine scent wafted towards him, and Tang Bi felt like she was burning up. Her hands covered her crotch, her long fingers almost sinking into the wet, hot place, the pressure causing a sharp pain in her tender flesh, yet strangely pleasurable, making her involuntarily tilt her head back and exhale.
"You've been playing by yourself, let me have some too." He lifted the covers, and Tang Bi quickly rolled over to cover him, but ended up pinning his large hand beneath her, right in her empty space. She forcefully pushed her hand, along with her clothes, into her opening.
"Mmm... ah..." She breathed a sigh of relief. The man couldn't hold back any longer. He abruptly lifted the covers and pulled her into his arms. "Heavens, you're practically burning up. Do you really want to burn yourself to death?" He chuckled softly, reaching out to take her small hand. "Come on, let me help you."
"You... you... are..."
"Yun, you like to call me Brother Yun the most."
"Yun... Long Yin Yun..." She remembered Su Han saying that someone who called himself "King" and was also called Yun, and dressed so exquisitely, must be the King's younger brother.
He was surprised that she called him by his full name. "Yun sounds nice, I like it, call me a few more times."
"No...don't." As he spoke, Long Yinyun removed her clothes, lightly cupping her full breasts, his fingertips tracing their paths. She tilted her head back in satisfaction, her small mouth uttering incoherent cries, "No...don't do this."
"Strange, why have you been saying no all day?" Long Yinyun bit her prominent nipple with slight annoyance, pulling at it in his mouth.
"Ah, no..."
"Still dare to say no." Long Yinyun slapped her bottom, the burning pain sending shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but rub against his chest.
"You little slut, now you know how to enjoy yourself?" Long Yinyun chuckled wickedly, his large hand lifting her soft body, pulling her small hand away, and bringing her long, white, slender fingers, glistening with fluid, to his lips. He had barely opened his lips when Tang Bi recoiled in shame, pulling her hand back. "No, it's dirty..."
Long Yinyun stared at her as if she were a monster, his narrow, almond-shaped eyes filled with scrutiny. This face, this figure, were all too familiar, but the look in her eyes was different from before. No matter how you described her
—depraved, lewd, unrestrained, bold—none of the words to describe a thirsty woman could adequately describe her. The kind of woman his older brother disliked, he loved most. This kind of woman controlled by desire, controlling her body, was more useful than controlling her mind.
And now, the woman before him, surrounded by overwhelming lust, could still retain a sliver of clarity—it was unbelievable. Especially her eyes, though bloodshot and cloudy, still shone with a crystal-clear light. If she weren't aroused, her eyes would probably be so clear they could reflect his image.
Before, he had merely played a game of lust with Tang Bi. But now, for some reason, he felt a desire to conquer her.
He smiled, his long fingers parting her coarse eunuch's clothes, his large hand parting her cloud-like hair, gently placing her down like a precious jewel. She, however, pressed herself against him involuntarily, overcome by desire.
"Shh, baby, just bear with it a little longer." He wasn't in a hurry to take her now; he wanted to play with her thoroughly, until she begged him to have her.
"Mmm...ah...it hurts so much..." She clenched her small fists, her legs clamping even tighter. She knew her pants were probably soaked, but the thought of him undressing her and exposing her completely naked to a strange man filled her with shame. In her past life, only Mo Fan had ever seen her body. Although he had betrayed her, making her hate him to death, this sense of chastity still remained.
She wasn't necessarily keeping her chastity for Mo Fan, but she didn't want to be played with by a strange man.
But now she was powerless to resist. Her vagina trembled and opened, as if screaming for a penis to fill its needs.
"I know, just bear with it a little longer, it will feel even better if you bear it." He wanted to see how far she could endure. He used her clothes to tie her hands and feet apart in a spread-eagle position. Presented to a grown man in such a shameful manner for the first time, she was so ashamed she almost wanted to die.
"You...I...hate...you...ah..." Her small mouth uttered incoherently, her hands and feet struggling desperately, whether from the inability to relieve the hunger below or from the humiliation.
"Hate me, hehe, don't worry, I'll make sure you're satisfied." He tried his best to suppress his impulse; this woman, for the first time, actually made him somewhat impatient to possess her. He himself seemed to be aroused at this moment, his whole body steaming with hot sweat.
Long Yinyun's long fingers caressed her soft place, pinching a rosy lip, and Tang Bi's body involuntarily followed his large hand, as if she wanted to devour his entire hand.
"How passionate." He bent down and bit her nipple, which was erect and red with desire. "Ah." She didn't know if it was pain or pleasure, but she screamed softly. The sound was as seductive as could be, making Long Yinyun's heart flutter, as if every cell in his body was awakened by her, and an inexplicable need surged to his hardness.
He raised his middle finger and gently probed inside. Just a tiny bit in, and the labia of her vagina seemed to consciously suck in.
"My God, I didn't expect it to get better the longer it's aroused." How ecstatic it would be if his own penis were inside her! Thinking of this, Long Yinyun almost lost control and ejaculated. He suddenly increased the speed and pressure of his finger, ravaging her trembling vagina like a storm.
With each thrust, he used enough force to make Tang Bi scream. Then, wickedly, he withdrew his finger to explore the supple walls, and Tang Bi let out a satisfied gasp.
"Feels good, doesn't it, you little slut?" His other hand showed no mercy, evilly and forcefully pinching her rosy areolas. The impact from below combined with the pain in her upper body, under the double assault of passion, Tang Bi felt an electric shock spread from her abdomen throughout her body, then suddenly surged to her head, reaching a fever pitch of climax.
After she shuddered violently several times, a large amount of fluid dripped onto Long Yinyun's large hands. He stared at her in disbelief, "You're satisfied with this? I can't believe it. You couldn't be satisfied even after several men took turns with you."
"Ah, ha..." Tang Bi breathed heavily, suddenly feeling an extremely cool sensation surge from her entire body to her brow, then exploded outwards. Her body felt a hundred times more comfortable than during her orgasm, as if her soul had returned to her body, every cell dancing joyfully.
"So comfortable." Tang Bi smiled involuntarily, pulling her hands and feet back, only to find herself still bound. Turning around, she suddenly met a pair of eyes filled with passion.
"Ah, you, what are you going to do?" Without her having to think, she could see his intentions from his eyes.
"You're satisfied now, isn't it my turn?" He quickly undressed and pounced on her.
Chapter 004. The Intimacy of Love
"No... let me go!" Tang Bi screamed in exasperation. But she couldn't overcome the man's strength. He quickly untied her restraints, pinning her legs down with his long legs and easily pinning her small hands down with his large hands.
A pair of extremely alluring eyes locked onto her clear eyes, and an evil smile spread across his handsome face. "Little thing, I'll make you feel even better." With that, he thrust his hips forward, and his hard member plunged in.
Although there was plenty of lubrication from before, Tang Bi still screamed.
"It hurts..." Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. In her memory, every time she made love with Mo Fan, she was treated gently, like a doll held in someone's hands, never as roughly as he was now.
Seeing her tears, Long Yinyun's heart tightened, and he involuntarily lowered his head to kiss away her tears. Only when his lips and tongue tasted bitterness did he suddenly come to his senses. He stared in shock at the tear-streaked face before him, a face once twisted by lust, now as pitiful as a naive bride on her wedding night.
No, this was just one of her usual tactics of playing hard to get. Thinking this, he suddenly increased the force and speed of his thrusts, the violent impact reigniting Tang Bi's desire. The initial pain was replaced by an unpredictable pleasure.
No, he was raping her; she couldn't, she couldn't react. She bit her lip, desperately suppressing her feelings. As if reading her mind, he chuckled and released her hands, pulling her delicate body into his arms, his large hands freely fondling her.
"You slut, is it good?"
"No..." Tang Bi stubbornly protested, her small hands involuntarily wrapping around his strong back, telling herself she was afraid her back would break. But her vagina, responding to his rhythm, once again fiercely gripped him.
"Heavens, you're sucking me so well!" Long Yinyun couldn't help but praise, his movements becoming even more vigorous.
"Mmm...ah..." Tang Bi couldn't help but pant, the suppressed moans that escaped her lips far more intense than her previous loud and unrestrained screams, as if a potent aphrodisiac had been injected into Long Yinyun's body, making his heart flutter.
After her body was once again washed by the pleasure, Tang Bi gripped his back tightly due to the suppressed pain, but the slight pain made Long Yinyun feel incomparably joyful. If before he had taken pleasure in humiliating the emperor by defiling his woman, now it felt like he was enjoying the pleasure of being intimate with his beloved, the joy of body and soul being one was unparalleled.
Hot semen shot into her body like a spray gun, scalding Tang Bi and making her shiver. Looking at her cheeks flushed red from the passion, and as she closed her eyes in bliss, Long Yinyun suddenly felt an immense sense of satisfaction and pride.
He couldn't resist pulling her into his arms and lying her down, his long fingers lifting her hair and gently tickling her eyelids with the ends. When he saw Tang Biwei open her eyes and glare at him in annoyance, he laughed heartily.
"You've succeeded, why aren't you leaving?" Tang Biwei scolded, her voice cold yet tender and alluring with affection. Long Yinyun was stunned again; he himself didn't understand why she hadn't left after they were done.
Whether it was natural or out of reluctance,
the thought was quickly suppressed. His face turned cold, and he gripped her chin without hesitation, coldly commanding, "You wretch, you have no right to order me around."
His sudden change of expression startled Tang Bi. She realized she had been presumptuous. "If you're so hard, then I'll be gentle," she thought, her bright eyes flashing. "I'm begging you."
Long Yinyun was stunned by her sudden change. No, this woman couldn't be Consort Biyang. Her ignorant and arrogant mind couldn't possibly know how to back down. He had played with every part of her body, from head to toe, countless times. How could he be wrong?
He stood up and silently began to dress. Tang Bi cautiously glanced at him, only to be met with his muscular body and the still-erect member in his crotch. Her face flushed, but her heart surged.
This man was truly too… too alluring. The feeling of that strong body pressing against her was incredibly pleasurable. The hard, thick thing ravaged her delicate orifice with the force of a storm, giving her the ultimate pleasure she had ever experienced, a world apart from Mo Fan's lukewarm approach.
His clothes were now neatly arranged, suppressing her fantasies. Her gaze, however, fell on his long, slender fingers as he fastened his belt. They were fair and long, and when they intertwined, she felt a connection, as if their souls were linked.
When he finished and looked up at her, she met his star-like black eyes—cold, authoritative, yet breathtakingly beautiful. He looked at her for a moment, then turned to leave.
Tang Bi suddenly felt an overwhelming reluctance. She whispered, "When you smile..."
"What?" He paused, his voice still cold, but not as icy as before.
"Very beautiful." Tang Bi seemed to be savoring the moment. Although she knew his smile was full of contempt, she genuinely found it beautiful.
Long Yinyun's body trembled slightly. This was the most ridiculous compliment he had ever heard. No one had ever dared to say his smile was beautiful. He returned to his residence, stood by the window, and couldn't understand it.
"Your Highness, you're finally back." The woman, who had just finished combing her hair, was about to get into bed when she was startled to see him, not knowing when he had appeared in the room. Looking at the woman's tearful joy and lustful expression, he suddenly felt nauseous.
His gaze fell on the bronze mirror, and he involuntarily moved behind her, his large hand slipping under her collar. Looking at his own cold face in the mirror, he forced a smile.
Was it good-looking? he asked himself, but the smile was more hideous than death. Enraged by this realization, he suddenly increased the pressure of his hand, and the woman beneath him immediately moaned.
Never before had she seen the prince so actively and flirtatiously caress her body. The woman, momentarily unrestrained, eagerly reached for his waist, touching his most important part, the erection filling her with ecstasy.
"Your Highness… I want…" He watched coldly as she impatiently unbuckled his belt, and upon seeing the erect member, her small mouth eagerly took it in.
The hard object was instantly enveloped in a warm, smooth sensation, but it was too large for her to swallow whole. Greedy for more, she accidentally bit down. A surge of anger rose within Long Yinyun. He thrust forward violently, causing her to cry out, but the object blocked her voice. The sharp pain in her throat brought tears to her eyes.
"Was it good?" he sneered cruelly, quickly withdrawing and slapping her. "Dare to bite me? You're asking for death.
" "Your Highness..." the woman cried out in terror, falling to her knees. "Your Highness, spare me..."
He bent down, and she thought he would help her up, but instead, he ripped off her undergarment. The straps snapped, causing a burning pain. She desperately grabbed his legs, but he kicked them away, casually wiping the saliva from his erection.
"Don't defile my treasure." He threw the undergarment over her head. "From today onward, you are no longer my woman."
"Your Highness, please, for the sake of my years of service, spare me this time!" She kowtowed desperately, blood seeping from her head. Long Yinyun coldly said, "Guards, throw this slut out." Immediately
, two men entered, picked up the woman, and dragged her out.
"Your Highness... Your Highness..."
"What are you crying for? Since she's a woman the King doesn't want, how about we brothers have some fun?" The two men exchanged glances, their faces lighting up with delight.
The men's panting and the woman's screams rose and fell.
"So good, the King hasn't had this in so long, so tight. This slut is usually so high and mighty, relying on the King's favor to humiliate us servants." "
So good... ah... um... I want more..."
Long Yinyun knew that every woman he threw away was for the men in the mansion to play with. He used to not care, but today the moans of the man and woman were making him very annoyed.
He wondered how that woman was doing. She was so afraid of him today, but there would probably be many men who wanted to play with her in the future. Who told her to be so carefree and play with so many men before? Thinking of her being pinned down by other men, biting her lip and crying, he felt a pang of pain in his heart.
Damn it! This is really a ghost!
While Long Yinyun was feeling extremely agitated, the emperor was riding on his concubine, having a great time, playing with her until the woman beneath him rolled her eyes back and fainted while screaming. Only then did he pull out his still hard and erect member.
"Su Han!"
"This servant is here." Su Han bowed respectfully before the emperor like a dog, holding a tall mahogany tray covered with snow-white silk. He grabbed a piece and wiped himself.
"You know what to say to the Duke of Tang tomorrow."
"This servant knows," Su Han replied in a effeminate voice.
"Who went today?" he asked lazily, casually putting on his clothes.
"Xiao Lezi reports." He paused, "It was Prince Yun."
A cold smile appeared on the emperor's chiseled face. "He really is utterly lewd." "They
didn't play for long," Su Han reported truthfully.
"Oh, they usually play for several hours. Why did it end so quickly today?" "
I don't know. According to Xiao Lezi, Prince Yun didn't seem as satisfied as usual." "
It seems that this slut is finished. She was supposed to be dead, how did she come back to life? Even if she doesn't die, she must be severely injured. " He sneered as he crushed the fresh flowers on the vase. "I'll let you have your fun today, but I don't believe you'll live to see tomorrow."
Emperor Long Yinfeng's eagle-like eyes were now filled with bloodthirsty killing intent.

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